“Don’t ask me,” she answered. “That’s a question for a neurotheologian.” “Meaning what?” he asked. “Meaning precisely what it says. Somebody who thinks about people in terms, simultaneously, of the Clear Light of the Void and the vegetative nervous system. The grown-ups are a mixture of Mind and physiology.” “And the children?” “The children are the little fellows who think they know better than the grown-ups.” “And so must be told to run along and play.” “Exactly.”
